First off, I apologize to my friends and roleplay partners who've been left hanging. Any desire to cancel old threads is completely understandable.

I've been struggling with a serious health issue the past several months. There was a long period where things would seem to improve only to relapse, delaying things further. All that aside, just wanted to let people know I'm around again and to contact me via PM or Trillian - ironsoldier, if anyone wants to get things going again.

Beyonce readied herself. She could see Danika's sloppy charge, but had something in mind. When the girl left the ground, Beyonce raised her hands, intent on catching the girl's foor as she spun through the air. However, it broke her guard and the heel slammed right into the bridge of Beyonce's nose, sending her reeling backwards.

The Japanese-Egyptian stumbled backwards and flopped against the nearby ropes, holding her nose and glaring at Danika.

Danika knew using her arms, especially her injured one, was useless. Her feet were the key to her success. She saw Beyonce's glare and moved at her again, screaming as she ran! "A wounded animal is a dangerous animal is it not!?"

Danika jumped into the air, looking to hit Beyonce in the chest with a dropkick!

Beyonce braced herself as her taped down chest was punished with a hard drop kick. She only wanted to remain in the ring and she did so as she slumped to her hands and knees. She knew that she was fighting a one armed woman so as long as she didn't get knocked out, she'd be fine. She was almost at ease despite the throbbing in her chest.

If at first you don't succeed.... stomp someone out! Danika let out a howl of rage as she got back up to her feet, and moved to rapidly stomp at Beyonce's torso over and over, not stopping until her opponent was a proverbial mud-hole or until the referee pulled her off!

"Your little mouthpiece isn't so talky since you are on the wrong end of the match!" Danika called out as she began to go to work on Beyonce, hoping to keep chipping away at her opponent!

"And ... surprisingly competent dropkick, from Gorski! I would be impressed, if I were some sort of move mark. But it's slow and steady that wins the race, fans! Wrestling is an endurance game, and I assure you that no one in the game has as much endurance as Beyonce! Not Danika, not anyone in the back, debatably not even my own arm!" Helvetica took a second to glance at her sling, shaking her head.

For those that could see her, however, Helvetica's flip tone didn't match her expression. Danika was getting a lot of offense in, here. Helvetica leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the action.

"Awh, what the whaaat?" she wailed, as Danika's dropkick connected flush with Beyonce's chest. "Danika just stomping away at Beyonce, now! That's barely even wrestling! Where's the technique? Where's the art? That's just really aggresive walking, at this point!"

Beyonce turtled up as best as she could to try and protect herself from the stomps. Danika was now working her over pretty thoroughly and still, annoyingly, running her mouth. Helvetica shutting up was about the only benefit to being in her current position and that singular benefit was taken away by Danika's annoying propensity for talking herself.

Hopefully her jaw and foot would tire at the same time. Beyonce's sides were beginning to hurt from the mud stomping.

The referee began a five count, and at found change Danika backed off. She grabbed at her left shoulder, that part of her still hurting terribly. She knew another hold that focused on that, or even move that targeted that and she was through. She had to keep taking the fight to Beyonce while protecting herself at the same time.

Danika ran towards the turnbuckle near Beyonce, jumping up as quickly as she could and perching up top. She waited for Beyonce to rise up to her feet and as soon as Beyonce was facing her she planned a missile dropkick, aiming at Beyonce's chest where her regular dropkick and stomps had hit just moments ago!

Beyonce was going to be slow to rise to her feet. She took her time, as much as she could, and when Danika didn't come at her right after the break, she was grateful. As she saw the girl running towards the turnbuckle, Beyonce quickly took the opportunity to roll out of the ring once more.

The girl could sit up there all night, but the Japanese-Egyptian wasn't going to let her have her fun. Beyonce lifted up a hand and pointed a finger at Danika and gave it a small wiggle. 'Uh-uh' it said silently.

Danika sneered at Beyonce as she hopped down and waited in the center of the ring, pointing down at Beyonce. "Look at the coward everyone!" Danika taunted as she waited for Beyonce to climb back inside the ropes. She kept her eyes on her foe, waiting for Beyonce to jump back up onto the apron. Once she did, Danika wanted to rush forward and begin landing kicks as the climbed through the ropes and into the ring!

The crowd did, indeed, boo Beyonce's retreat but the stoic Egyptian-Japanese woman didn't even blink. She knew she was stuck with someone who could only hope to defeat her with death by a thousand cuts and, in Beyonce's mind, not allowing her to get back in the ring was the much more cowardly maneuver. However, she said nothing.

Instead, Beyonce took a few steps backwards and then ran back at the ring. She hopped up, landing on the apron and using the top rope to complete her leap. Beyonce then used her momentum to heave herself over the top ropes, kicking her legs out as she did, presuming that Danika was coming for her.